The heavy weight carried on two shouldersNobody would know how scary the mask I wear isI don’t even know what I traded my passion for in place of everyone’s cheersFor what am I insisting on trying so hard for to keep on runningFeeling inferior and guilty are what’s left reality is rising and blocking my throatWhat is what if the card life has thrown at me is really rightOthers judge for me what is so simpleThe lyrics I put my 心 into isn’t worth 阅读 to themEveryone wants to chase after money and fameIn the end my lyrics are trash letters GO AWAYWhy do they all only look at me...